I want you to want me.
I want you to forget about your age. Just forget. For me please.
I know you’re so much older. You’ve been through so much, and even though we flirt, and i act much older, I’m still 17. Just forget. For a moment.
We would be so perfect together. We could fit together like Cinderella and her glass slipper. Why cant you just let me in? Let me try and convince you we could do this.
But i know we can’t. You live there, and I here. But just imagine. Imagine what we could do. The life we could lead.

I want you to want me.
To feel me next to you. To be in your skin.

Just tell me. Stop trying to protect me, or tiptoeing around your feelings. Tell me how you feel. Are you afraid? Are you in denial? Just tell me. What is it?

All i know is i can not get you out of my head. Maybe it’s because you’re so exciting. So new and different and dangerous. But It’s more. I know you see it too. Please tell me you do.

I don’t want to be me making this up. For it to be a story woven together in my head- from a place that has seen too many romantic comedies.

I want you to want me. And i know you want me to want you. So stop fighting and just let me in. Let me come and visit, and see your apartment, and have a drink, and maybe spend the night.

We have this one life and we can’t let this pass us by. This does not come around enough. And i know in your 25 years of livng you have not seen it either.

Please, if you can not do it now, wait for me. Wait until I have had some heartbreak or until I have grown to the place you are now. Save a spot for me. Remember me. Dont lost hope. Because i never will